Willow Garrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore as a profession, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a hot mess of a script I’d roast on *30 Rock*. Attractiveness of whoring? Psh, it’s a rollercoaster, babe. One sec you’re like, “I’m the king of the world!”—wait, wrong movie—more like, “I’m making bank, bitches!” Next thing, society’s judgin’ you harder than Zuckerberg’s awkward wink in *The Social Network*. That movie’s my jam, btw—Fincher’s a genius, and I’m here for it.

How Did Sharon Garrison Die? Who Killed Her? Where is Chuck Garrison Now?

Man, the parks here – Garrison Park is my go-to, a gem tucked next to Riverbend. Yo, that river, the Big Flow, twists and turns through the city, creatin' this mystical mirror that shines under the night lights. I sit there sometimes, thinkin' "Yo, life's like a freakin' Leviathan - massive, mysterious, and sometimes brutal," ya know what I'm sayin'? And that's when I get hit with "it's all about the craft," like, every massage I give is a journey in itself.

Billy Ray Garrison Obituary January 19, 2025